Bum....'pursuit'....
As a motor-racing official, I officiated in about 1993 at Albert Park in Melbourne...a promotional sprint race/speed trial as a lead up to the Grand Prix being held there [in '96].
There were no proper crowd control fencing at the corner where I was posted...although it was a 'controlled motor race event'.
Now, when mum and dad walks their kids across a road...jay-walking, you'd expect them to at least hold the rug-rat's hand so it didn't run off and get squished by a car.....
Now, just imagine a race-track....with testosterone-mad racing drivers of varying capability...at near-race-speed....and parents jay-walking with their kids....accross a Race circuit!...You guessed it, not even holding the kid's hands....and there is me, trying to convince them that they are too f***ing stupid to be allowed to breed.
In the end, I said to their parting backs, much to the approval of other horrified parents...."Never mind, if you kill this one, you can always breed more".
At least on that occasion my sarcasm and abject disgust sank in.
You haven't lived till you have jumped out in front of a Formula 5000 racing car [similar to an Indycar] at full-song, to flag down Bib Stillwell as his car approaches a blind corner where 2 little kids have strayed into its path on bicycles, thanks to the knuckle-dragging morons who should not have been their parents.
When the 5000 had passed....then at about 30 kph, I said to the 2 kids..."well, you got to see a race car up real close, didn't you?".....about two feet away....
